Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

"Let's break gentlemen. Take the time you need for lunch, tea, follow up on pack business, whatever you need. We'll reconvene later this afternoon," Saint's growl reverberates through my voice as he fights for control. I don't wait for an answer. I bow and leave the room with Kas following close behind.

"Bronx! What's the matter?" Kas calls after m e. I can't stop, Saint is forcing his way to the surface. I can't risk hurting her or saying something I'd regret. She has been working so hard the past couple of weeks, meeting with the therapist, eating healthy foods so she can gain weight, and getting to know pack members. I can’t ruin that progress by losing my temper in front of her.

Even with all the positive strides she made, she still has nightmares almost every night. She tosses and turns, talks and cries in her sleep, and wakes up screaming in cold sweats. I sleep on her sofa, so she won't be alone

when she wakes up. It's my responsibility to keep her safe. I cradle her in my arms and soothe her until she falls back asleep. Sometimes I'm so tired that I fall asleep holding her but most of the time, I go back to the sofa.

Being a bystander in Kas's personal Hell is excruciating to watch. I can't imagine living it but I already have. The second time I came back from war, I spent months in the hospital. Saint almost killed three nurses one evening. He forgot where he was and was convinced they were witches trying to kill us. Reggie almost resigned after I attacked him in the hallway. I almost slit his throat right there in the packhouse. Fortunately, he is well trained and was able to fight me off long enough until help arrived. Lenora was the one who convinced me how important mental health is, not only physical health. I still see the therapist every month. She would be disappointed at how I was handling this situation. 2

Right now, I have to get out of here before I go off. I pull off my clothes leaving them in a trail on the floor behind me as I stride down the hall until I'm in my underwear. I let Saint take over as I push open the back door, just in time for him to shift into his huge white wolf form and we take off running.

"We've got forty-five minutes to get it out of our system, man."

"Fine," Saint growls and cuts off our mind link.

Milo's POV

the landing to see Bronx busting out, his

What set him

is desperately trying to keep up with him, but it's no use. She's so small, there is no way her teeny little

of the stairs, Bronx is gone with nothing but a trail

her, looking a little panicked. He knows how to handle two

sister. It tugs at my heart to see her upset. It makes me angry that Bronx is the one

what happened," I motion to James that it is alright

them recommended asking light witches to help me with my powers and Bronx got really mad. I could feel it. It was so strong, it made

Council recommended witches come

France. They can help me learn how to control my abilities," she wipes the tears

my chin, "Well, in a perfect world,

"Tell me what?"

bench in the hallway outside my office. James stands near the end of the hall, giving us privacy but still close

decide the best way to

about it and the knife broke off in his abdomen. He was fully awake for the whole thing and couldn't do anything about it. Saint was blocked because of the silver floating around Bronx's body, so he couldn't help heal him. Bronx almost died. In fact, there is still a couple flakes of cursed silver imbedded in his liver. It will never fully heal. Can

about it," Kas says softly. She